Non-Acetone

I'm doing the Race for the Cure thing tomorrow morning. I really, really, REALLY don't want to do it. I hate downtown. I hate parking downtown. I hate crowds. And I hate physical activity. That doesn't involve a cute boy that is. Then tomorrow night I'm supposed to go to Ryan's party. I think it's a Barmitzvah. But I dont' even feel like going to that. It'll just be an hour of trying on outfits and realizing that I look fat in all of them. And then hanging out and having a fabulous time with people that I like hanging out with followed by weeks of rejection. I mean if I don't go then I won't have to remember "the good times" when people wanted to hang out with me. It's that theory that if you don't know about something then you can't miss it, you know?